"I came to tell you good-bye," she said. "I could not go away without thanking you, Dr. Abbott, for all your kindness to me."
The strong hands of the physician, so firm and sure in their professional duties, trembled, as the man placed his hat and gloves on the table.
"To tell me 'good-bye,'" he repeated blankly.
"Yes," she answered, "I cannot remain longer in Corinth."
Harry's face flushed.
"Miss Farwell you do not know how sorry I am for my failure to—"
She interrupted, "Please don't Doctor. I know how you have tried," her eyes filled, "and I know all that you have done. You understand it has been for Grace—" she paused. "Grace will go with me. I am sure Dr. Miles will find her a place in the hospital."
"Yes," he said, "I understand. I will—will see you again some day, Miss
Farwell."
"I shall never return to Corinth, Doctor," she answered with a shudder. "If you come to the city, though, I shall always be glad to see you." The words were as frank as from one man to another.
Harry was thinking of his friend, the minister, of the meeting in the night, and Dan's plea to be taken to the doctor's home, where he had remained until late the evening before he left for the church convention. Why was she leaving Corinth while Dan was away attending the convention? Did she know that he was gone? What did it all mean? Could it be—! He started from his chair.